sometimes accidentally, you are stumbling <br />with lips, for my not hiding the curiosity <br />about half- closed eyes, you are examining <br />my pupils, it seem black surrounded grey, <br />with green edge of humid kerb. <br /> <br />covered with the shadiness of eyelashes, <br />with skilled, move of the hand, you are <br />gathering the thickness of hair from my neck, <br />attracting with smell, and warm sparkle <br />in order, in a minute, awkwardly to weave <br /> <br />in into it a clover, at least more rainy <br />pearls would fit, the diadem of tears, <br />which sometimes I am putting. for concerns <br />or crimson flower, when the heart <br />too firmly is hitting with our rhythm,<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stumbles/
